The Dead Man

easy is the life that once you had lonely oh you freaky girl no shoes under your bed

you´re like a military station armed well to get to you man has to sweat and walk through fiery hell

a blind man wouldn´t walk a mile for you

but you said the words your eyes turned red and off the clouds I go

I´m a dead man honey I´m sick and tired of you

You made me a dead man honey I´d rather walk back alone

So don´t talk to the dead man!

party in your bones and in your head

escape of things you cannot find when you drink and when you dance

and though the answers that you´ve found all seem wrong

you still ask some more and play the key to another song

I won´t play lovely ballad girl for you

´cause you´d never hear a-minor sound so sadly as I do

I´m a dead man…